my 95 year old grandfather passed away this morning. he fell down over the weekend and, sadly, wasn’t able to recover. he still lived by himself, drove himself to church, and was planning another trip to lithuania in august. he traveled the entire world over, took thousands upon thousands of beautiful pictures, and lived a damn full life.
two favorite memories from our trip to lithuania together in the summer of 2005. ”drrrrrink your vodka!”
all i’m going to say about this weekend is: ici ice cream, saison du buff, nat sherman’s, long nights, coffee, waffles, and jenny temple.
can we talk about the fact that this phalaenopsis has been in bloom for all of five months, with no sign of quitting anytime soon? (and just a couple years ago, we thought you wouldn’t make it.)